Echo Ache

[Ray W]

Sun-slivered streams arrow to sea and sleep,
narrow and sleek they flow
like trees that eye skies they can never reach
yet still they grow.

Hearts hope to dance, leap and sing
though caged in a bony frame,
staging romance under neap moonlight discovering
real love needs no name.

Star-faces and higher places we sigh for and seek
have their own roots and reasons to roam;
like us they strive through seasoned week after crawling week
to find unknown spaces never embraced to call home.